Do you know a balloon Has gone up to the moon! The moon has been found By a great, big balloon. ‘Up in a balloon, boys, Sailing round the moon, boys.’ Just think of that! Hurrah for the balloon! Hurrah for the big moon! [Illustration: BREAKING THE NEWS] WHAT IS IT What’s the news of the day, Good neighbor, I pray? They say a balloon Has gone up to the moon. I’LL SING YOU A SONG I am a famous singer among kittens and cats. I sing in the kitten choir and in big concerts. I wear a French bonnet when I sing. My voice is very soft and very sweet. I have come here to-day to sing for my Queen. Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r! I’ll sing _you_ a song. Though not very long, Yet I think it is as pretty as any. Put your hand in your purse, You’ll never be worse, And give the sweet singer a penny. [Illustration: THE SWEET SINGER] A TALE OF A MOUSE Listen, O Queen, to this tale of a mouse! ‘Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run, Hickory, dickory, dock.’ And we gobbled him up. So, dear Queen, no mouse shall trouble your party while we two brave cats are here. [Illustration: TWO BRAVE CATS] WE ARE THE CATS Oh! we are the cats that caught the mouse. That ran up the clock so fast. The clock struck one, and down he run, And we gobbled him up at last. A NURSE’S TALE I’m the nurse who takes care of kittens and cats when they are sick. Sometimes they eat too much and have the stomach-ache. Sometimes they fall down stairs and bump their heads. Sometimes they get their tails bitten by bad dogs. Then their mothers send for me and I take care of them until they are well. I always wear a white dress and a white bonnet. If you ever get sick just send for me and I will take care of you. [Illustration: A LITTLE NURSE] A FAMOUS MOUSER I am a famous mouser. I have caught more mice than any other cat. I can see them afar off. I can hear them afar off. I can scent them afar off. They are all afraid of me. They scurry away whenever they see me coming. I wear soft pads on the bottom of my feet so they cannot hear me. I keep my teeth white and sharp. My friends call me ‘the Mouse Trap.’ But I know a Kitty who is not a good mouser. I will tell you about her. This is my story:— A LONG TIME AGO Once there was a little Kitty, White as the snow; In the barn she used to frolic, Long time ago. In the barn a little Mousie, Ran to and fro; For she heard the Kitty coming, Long time ago. Nine pearl teeth had little Kitty, All in a row; And they bit the little Mousie, Long time ago. When the teeth bit little Mousie, Mousie cried, Oh! But she got away from Kitty, Long time ago. No mouse ever slipped through my paws like that, I am glad to say.